It'd had been about half an hour since he'd slid down the wall; he hadn't moved but now he was ready. Slowly, he lifted his head to realise that there was still music blaring from the room beside him. This time he couldn't hear voices though. Curiosity caught Sam again, standing, he knocked twice before turning the door knob and swinging the door open. What he found was questionable. Sam frowned in suspicion, crossing his arms and tilting his head, not sure what to say.
The room was filled with the booming of AC DC's track Thunderstruck, it was obvious that Dean had put this on. The room was medium in size with a double bed placed in the middle, facing the door. There were two figures on it, along with messed up sheets and empty beer bottles and cola cans. The figures, well first there was the main culprit, his brother. Dean had no shirt on, and was lying on his front, exposing his bare back as his face was buried in the sheets. He was upside down on the bed, feet on the pillows and arms lying beside him. He looked completely knocked out as he looked to be sleeping peacefully, the look of bliss on his face. However, it was who he was with that surprised Sam, it was Dean's best friend, Castiel. Castiel had his shirt on but no trousers, Sam was thankful he had underwear on though. Unlike Dean he was lying the right way round on the bed, and was on his back, chest rising and falling gently. Sam smiled at the sight, they were so peaceful despite the blaring rock music.
Sam walked into the room, careful not to make too much noise. He shook his brother's shoulder trying to wake him, whispering "Dean. C'mon dude, wake up." Dean groaned and shifted, opening one eyes to see Sam bent over him. Dean jumped up in surprise sitting up straight. "Sammy!" He looked frantically around the room in panic which was confusing to Sam. "You alright there, Dean?" Sam laughed at his brother's jumpiness. Dean looked over at Castiel sleeping and smiled, he was about to touch him but restrained himself as Sam was here.
Dean turned back to Sam, smiling. "Let's go home Sammy. Your breath stinks of beer and… have you been eating sweets?" Dean raised a brow. Sam frowned shaking his head, before checking his breath noticing the sweet smell mixed with the rotten smell of beer.
Dean shrugged and stood to get his shirt from the floor. As he pulled it on Sam noticed a mark in Dean's chest. Smirking Sam laughed at his brother, Dean frowned in confusion. "What's so funny?" Sam poked the mark under the shirt. "Some girl got lucky tonight then?" He winked at his brother, as Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well I'm sure you'll want the details but not now. How much have you had to drink?" Narrowing his eyes at him in question, he patted Sam on the shoulder to motioning from him to walk. "I haven't had much." Sam walked out the room and continued down the hall, not noticing Dean carefully shutting the door behind him.
They reached the Impala, after swimming through the sea of people and catching Ash to say thanks. The fresh air was strong against their lungs. Dean could tell Sam was feeling loads better than he had when he first entered the house. As he stumbled towards the car, Dean was keeping him up straight. Once Dean had pushed his little brother into the car he pulled out the lot, he turned down his music as his own head was banging let alone Sam's drunken one. He couldn't wipe the smile that had emerged on his face, tonight was really needed, for him and his weird little brother. Looking to his side, Dean had to suppress a laugh as his little Sammy was swaying from side to side with a giddy look on his face.
Dean pulled into their drive and suddenly had a thought. Sam was drunk and it's still midweek, his parents are going to kill him for letting Sammy drink. Okay, it was time for some old Dean magic. He poked his brother's arm to get his attention, Sam looked at his brother. "Hey Sammy. How you feeling?" Sam smiled at him. "I am amazing, Dean. Thanks so much for taking me to that party and making me feel better dude." Dean smiled back. Yepp, his brother was wasted.
"Right, Sam. We are going to have to be real quiet and you are going to go up to your room straight away. Can you do that for me dude?" Dean was speaking as clearly and slowly as he could to get through Sam's drunken skull.
Sam narrowed his eyes in concentration before giving him a goofy smile, nodding his head. "Sure, Dean. I can do that." Dean was already dreading this but nodded before getting out the car. Time to start mission impossible. Sam tumbled out of the car and stood next to his brother, walking up to the door, using him for support. Dean took a deep breath before carefully turning the front door knob. He peeked in the crack to see that the downstairs lights were out which meant their parents were in bed. That was going to make things a whole lot harder for Dean.
"Right. C'mon Sammy." Dean whispered back to his brother who was currently watching a spider hang down from the doorway intensely. Shaking his head, Dean grabbed his brother's arm to drag him inside.
Closing the door almost silently, Dean pushed his brother in front of him, guiding him towards the stairs. Sam seemed very complacent, drunk. "Let's go up to bed, Sammy." Dean whispered, pointing up the stairs. Sam looked around before following Dean's point, smiling he starts up the creaky steps. Dean winced at every squeak of the wood from under their feet.
They were up the stairs and Dean looked around, no sign of an angry parent. Sighing, Dean lead his brother to his room, swinging the door open and shoving him inside. Shutting the door behind them, Dean turns to see his brother still fully dressed, face flat on his bed, snoring. Dean smiled at the sight, before heading off to his own bed.